Tough Luck: A New Adult Billionaire Romance (The Vegas Billionaire Obsession Series Book 3) Read Online Free

so you’re good to go. Enjoy your night, big brother.”
    He went back to his room for a few minutes, and returned dressed in another sleek business suit for his poker outing. I was glad to be alone again. I needed time to think. More than that, I needed to figure out what to tell Leslie. I went back to my guest room, unpacked my travel bag, and had a shower. I needed to be fresh and clear-headed when I spoke to her.

Chapter 4
    Leslie
    I covered mouth when the stylist swung my chair around so I could see my new ’do. My nails, pedicure and makeup had been done before the hairdresser got me in the chair. The spa had even squeezed in half-hour massages for us. I couldn’t believe the transformation. I almost didn’t recognize myself.
    “Oh my goodness,” Monica said from the seat next to me.
    I turned to her and shook my head. “Is this real right now?”
    “You’re a bombshell,” Monica said. “The guys aren’t going to know what hit them.”
    I bit my lower lip, glancing at my reflection. It wasn’t what I expected going into the makeover, but it provided the change I wanted. Big time. I looked up at the hairdresser. She smiled at me, looking pleased with the result.
    “Thank you. I am just in a bit of shock right now.”
    The woman laughed. “I hope that’s a good thing.”
    I stood up and nodded, and almost gave the woman a hug. “It’s a great thing.”
    Monica stood up next to me. She hadn’t changed much, other than her once straight hair had a touch of curl. She didn’t need to change a thing to begin with. She already had the looks. “Let’s pay. I can’t wait to get this weekend started.”
    We left the chairs and walked over to where the cashier processed their transactions. Monica couldn’t hide her shock when the total was revealed.
    “Whoa…” Monica breathlessly replied next to me. “It costs a heck of a lot to stay beautiful in Vegas.” She reached into her purse and pulled out a credit card. “Les, I can pay for my stuff.”
    I push her card away. “I already told you it’s my treat. It will be fine.” I handed over my credit card and waited for the transaction to be completed. It was worth every penny.
    “Are you sure?” Monica asked, arguing as we left the salon.
    That was the great thing about the luxury hotels on the south Strip—many of them were connected together by indoor walkways, so we were lucky enough this salon was close a short indoor walk to our hotel. We browsed the shop fronts as we headed back.
    “I really don’t mind paying you back,” she pressed on.
    I laughed. She could be a dog with a bone sometimes. “Positive. Repeat after me—this trip is Leslie’s treat.”
    “Okay, okay.”
    “No. Not enough. Say it.”
    “This trip is Leslie’s treat.”
    “Good. Soon, I’ll get the money and I’ll have plenty to make up for these small purchases. Don’t…” my voice trailed off as I saw a dress in a boutique window. “I want that dress.”
    Monica turned in the direction I was looking. “Wow, it’s beautiful, but are you sure? I mean, you aren’t exactly the cocktail dress type.”
    I wasn’t paying much attention to Monica. I approached the blue gown. It was gorgeous. It was strapless, with a sweetheart neckline bodice, elegant silver beading, sequins and pearls, with the most adorable sapphire-colored, puffy, A-line skirt. It looked like something you would see on a Vegas Showgirl, not on someone run of the mill like me. It was perfect.
    “I told you I need a change,” I said, glancing at Monica. “Picture this… we wear dresses like that tonight and we’ll have all eyes on us. You said that’s one of your main objectives. We won’t be scouring for men, Monica. They’ll come to us, especially with my new look. I want to do this for us. I want to feel beautiful.”
    “Les, it’s almost nine at night.”
    “Yeah, and we’re in Vegas. All night restaurants, clubbing until after dawn, twenty-four hour casinos and late night stage